His Kind of Perfection
>A very personal trainer… Personal trainer Bree Rice is happy to help Kale Barlow get in shape to win back his ex. Kale's drive and enthusiasm make him the perfect client. He's such a great guy, it's easy to be his friend, too. All too soon, though, their friendship develops into something deeper…something off-limits.Bree knows love and work don't mix–been there, felt that heartache. But it doesn't seem to matter how many times she reminds him of his original goal. Kale is nothing if not determined, especially when it comes to convincing Bree that they are the perfect partners, both in and out of the gym.
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A very personal trainerâ¦
Personal trainer Bree Rice is happy to help Kale Barlow get in shape to win back his ex. Kaleâs drive and enthusiasm make him the perfect client. Heâs such a great guy, itâs easy to be his friend, too. All too soon, though, their friendship develops into something deeperâ¦something off-limits.
Bree knows love and work donât mixâbeen there, felt that heartache. But it doesnât seem to matter how many times she reminds him of his original goal. Kale is nothing if not determined, especially when it comes to convincing Bree that they are the perfect partners, both in and out of the gym.
âMerry Christmas, Kale.â
The greeting came out much too quietly for the happy occasion, but her breath caught in her throat when he pulled her to him in a hug and his soft lips brushed her earlobe.
âMerry Christmas, Bree.â His breath scampered down her neck, where it should have been stopped by the shawl collar of her sweater. Instead, she could swear she felt it meandering its way down both her front and back, leaving a trail of warmth, then coming to a halt low in her belly and just hanging there like the high-pressure front before a storm.
Once she pulled away, she managed to get her breathing back under control as she helped him out of his overcoat. Beneath it were the same clothes heâd worn to the party at the gym, looking even better from ten more days of training.
She bit her bottom lip to keep from licking it.
If I had to choose the one thing I love most about writing Mills & Boon Superromance stories, it would be that I get to make up real people. Now I realize that sounds like a paradox, but it really isnât. Yes, the characters I write are fictitious, but they have all the qualities of a real person. They are everyday people, complete with perfections and flaws. They are the people next door and our best friends.
Years ago, I read a survey that asked women what first attracted them to their spouses, and I was surprised by the number-one answer: he made me laugh. Later, though, when I met my husband, I understood the answer perfectly. During our first date, he kept me laughing. I had such a delightful time, I wanted to see him againâ¦and again. Oh, yeah, he was sexy with steely, gray-blue eyes and a charming smile, but it was his sense of humor that put me at ease and made me comfortable enough to open my heart.
In His Kind of Perfection, Kale Barlow struggles with his weightâas many of us doâwhile Bree Rice struggles with her eating. Although theyâre opposites in many ways, itâs Kaleâs ability to make Bree laugh that makes him endearingâ¦and irresistible.
Ultimately, Kale and Bree learn an important lesson we all should know: you donât have to be perfect to be perfect for each other.
Until next time,
Pamela Hearon
PAMELA HEARON achieved the impossibleâshe met the love of her life on a blind date, beating the odds at romance roulette. The insight she gained from the experience opened a universe of fun, romantic stories begging to be told. Accepting the challenge, Pamela became a storytellerâa matchmaker who unites those couples destined to be together despite the seemingly impossible odds stacked against them. Drop by for a visit on Pamelaâs website at www.pamelahearon.com, friend her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/#!/pamelahearon, or email her directly at [email protected].
To MichelleâYou make me the most blessed of all stepmoms
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June
KALE BARLOW WASNâT sure at exactly what moment it happened, but sometime in the past fifteen minutesâsometime between âThis wonât take very longâ and âCan you hold this wrench?ââthe ground had shifted beneath his feet.
He reached for his beer and took a long, cool swig, gaining a second to refocus before he spoke. âYouâre breaking up with me because Iâve gained a few pounds?â
Adele tossed her head, a habit holdover from when sheâd had long hair. âItâs more than a few, Kale.â Her eyes flicked to the belly protruding over his cargo shorts, and her nose wrinkled in distaste. âI was reading this article this morning, and it hit a nerve, you know?â She held up the regional newspaper and tapped a spot with her finger. âIt talks about how the attraction between two peopleâs got to be there, and if itâs not, then somethingâs wrong in the relationship.â She shrugged. âIt made me realize itâs just not there anymore.â
âOh, hell, Addy.â Kale grabbed the rag from his back pocket and swiped it down his sweaty face. âYou put too much stock in those dime-store psychologists. As I recall, the attraction between us was fine last night.â
